The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Oscar Wilde
This is just
A little samba
Built upon
A single note
Other notes
Are sure to follow
In the land of a thousand dances
I dance with you
I was out I was taking my chances
When dreams came true
When you came into my dream
Like from a whisper to a scream
Oh, now, want to be free
Tired fe lick weed in a bush
Tired fe lick pipe in a gully
We want to come out in the open
Where the breeze can blow it so far away
World Of Smiles
Berlin
Pleasure Victim
I'm thinking
Faces changing pictures come to mind
A un passo da Gerusalemme
e a solo un miglio dalla luna
sotto un cielo di milioni di stelle
ho il cuore perso in un pianeta lontano
che gira intorno e cade giù con archi di tristezza
Whiskey, O (John, Rise Her Up)
Whiskey is the life of man
I'll drink whiskey when I can,
Whiskey, O, Johnny, O
John rise her up from down below.
Verse 1:
She don’t wanna wait no more
Ready to get on the floor
It’s hot tonight
Calling up all of her friends
Time to burn it down again
Didn't he ramble; he rambled
Rambled all around in and out of town
Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down
His feet was in the market place, his head was in the street
If I should find myself in blackest night,
And fear is stabbin' me all over,
A tiny prayer cracks the dark with light,
And I here sounds behind my wall.
Inside, a still small voice, it calls and calls.
Then like a thunder bolt it falls and falls:
The mechanic raised up from under my hood
He shook his head and said, "This ain't good
Your timin' belt's done shrunk one size too small
Those spark plug wires are a little too long
And your main prodsponder's nearly gone
Your injector ports are stripped and that ain't all"
